cannot predict the future, Tem,” he said, his voice equally sharp. “I’m not asking you to. I’m just asking what you want.” “You know very well what I want.” “But I don’t,” she cried. “You never confide in me. You never tell me how you feel. You expect me to read your mind, then you get angry when I can’t do it. You’re the one who won’t let me in. Not the other way around.” Tem was on the verge of tears. She waited a moment before finishing quietly: “You never talk about the future. I…don’t know what I am to you.” Caspen was looking at her with unrestrained disbelief. She didn’t know if he
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